Pink Eyes

My walls are breathing.

I can hear every inhale

and exhale.

The texture is soft,

and apples aren’t always

bright on the inside.

I have restored their bodies

hanging quietly

on every side

staring silently at

my empty

bed.

Pink eyes

Immortal wickedness

and shameless desires.

The walls never judge

Never betray

Never hold a grudge.

Mother hates them

she despises our

thoughts.

Mother tore us apart.

Painted the walls

destroyed the cards.

But,

we are immortal.Image

Copyright 2013

All rights reserved, Asmaa Lotfy

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2 thoughts on “Pink Eyes

  1. hansales1088 says:

    MMMM I love everything you write~

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